User blog comment:Corbus/Submission and Rebellion Reboot/@comment-25220117-20120418141406

''Arcturus lay in his tent, sharpening his cutlass with a flat shard of rock. Long before he had ever joined the Praetorians, he had rejected the traditional weaponry of all hordes, prefering to keep what he had won by conquest, rather than by gift, and the Praetorian weaponry was no exception-He didn't bother with their foreign customs or wishes unless they required he did so-And he had proven many a time he was a good enough warrior armed with nothing but his Dusagge. And besides, he would have never accepted the weaponry or ceremonial customs offered anyway-He was no creature of Praetoria-He had never set foot in their happy little land, and he reckoned he never would. He was a savage warrior of the Northlands, ice is his blood, steel is his word, stoen is his heart, and death is his song. And it shall forever stay the same. Kicking aside the tent flaps, he leapt out of the low tent, sheathing his cutlass and looking about the campsite with an officious, self-important air, seeking any action to be offered''